Adrian's POV
I pulled my arm free and ignored her completely, keeping my gaze fixed on Ophira. "Can you find her?"
The priestess studied me for a moment, her violet eyes assessing. Then she nodded slowly. "Yes. But I'll need something of hers, something she wore recently, something that carries her essence."
Without hesitation, I reached into my pocket and pulled out Seraphina's bracelet. The silver chain pooled in my palm, the small charms catching the light.
I extended my hand toward Ophira and placed the bracelet carefully in hers. "This belongs to her," I said quietly. "She had this last night, before she went missing."
Ophira took the bracelet and nodded. Her finger traced its patterns as she closed her eyes. "Now, I will try and locate her."
I nodded, hopeful.
"Adrian!" Lydia's voice was shrill now, demanding. "Are you even listening to me? I'm right here! Why are you still—"
